I see people for who they really are, they don’t see my poker face. I hear how you speak about people and you not realizing that in that in a way you’re speaking about me. You don’t know my struggles cuz I hide them very well . You speak on the less fortunate in front of me not knowing I’m also less fortunate due to the fact I carry my self well my poker face is strong
I see the hate in your eyes for others but I am just like those others, you contradict your self and say you’re a good person. How can you believe you are good what does being good even mean. You smile in my face snd say you always have my back but I know I know if you really knew the real me you’d be disgusted in me the same way you are disgusted with them. So I know my place with you I always knew my place. I just won’t let you get past my poker face .
Some of the most beautiful souls are those with nothing and that have lost everything. Because we understand.